A haiku

For some reason, on my cruise in to work this morning, my mind drifted to poetry. It's hard to describe in prose the sensation of cresting a hard-won hill and feeling the bike pick up momentum below you. Here's a rather halting attempt at a haiku, inspired by a hill that was in my way...

Burning flames sear legs
Pedals churn over the top
Wings grow, bike takes flight

I'm not terribly fond of the last line. It needs some work. What do you think?

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In other news, here's an interesting article on driving habits that I stumbled across on the Austin Bike Blog:

Narcissists at the Wheel, from the Victoria (BC?) Times Colonist.